Bab 117: Fragments of a Broken World

The once serene village now trembled at the edges of reality. The air felt thinner, as if the very foundation of the world was cracking under the pressure of forces beyond understanding.

Seraphyne, Keizu, and Xavierre stood at the heart of the village, staring at the sky above, where the clouds swirled in unnatural patterns—purple, black, and gold, all blending together in a way that made their heads spin. The sun and moon flickered like distant stars in the same sky, suspended in a delicate balance that threatened to break at any moment.

"This isn't right," Seraphyne whispered, her voice hoarse from the exhaustion that weighed heavily on her body. "The village… it's not stable. It's breaking apart."

Xavierre nodded solemnly. He had always been one to keep his cool in the face of danger, but even he couldn't deny the growing sense of unease. The ground beneath them rumbled, and a low, thunderous crack echoed from somewhere in the distance.